I love you.
I swore after she broke up with me, that id never love again.
But my heart knows no boundaries.
It pays little regard to what I want.
To be honest.
I dont want to love you.
I dont want to love again.
Its like,
I just dont want to get hurt again.
And as much as I'd like to believe you wont hurt me.
Im not sure.
Everyone is capable of feeling, and causing pain.
Ive felt it.
Ive caused it even more.
But I love you.
I really do.
But youre still stuck on her.
The name, I musnt speak.
Like poison, Im rendered silent.
When I think of how much pain.
A person can cause.
And like a masochist.
You still think about her.
Less often, true.
But you think about her.
And like a masochist.
I keep on loving you.
Comments
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i liked it very true and from the heart
great job -
i love it tye
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Very sad but very good! I loved the last couple lines when you reffer to yourselves as masochists, really good poem hun! Love it!
~Chanel Renee, -
Sad, but its a nice poem.
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